I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while, but it’s difficult to find the right words, and occasionally the right words pop into my head but it tends to be at something-past-insomnia-in-the-morning and just NO to getting out of bed to even scribble with a pen and paper, but then maybe only I think they’re the right words and everyone else will think they’re the wrong words or stupid… Continue reading
Yesterday an odd thing happened. Not a bad odd thing, not an amazingly deliciously strange odd thing either. It wasn’t like a sudden clicking of things falling into place, nor a Eureka! moment of life suddenly making sense, but it was something. Something small and almost insignificant, yet undeniably hugely significant.
This is what happened. Sitting in a warm photography studio waiting for costume changes to be perfected, for… Continue reading
…that I love alone-time so. Or maybe it’s motherhood. Or my mental state. Whatever it is, I really do love a bit of space and time to be myself, by myself. It’s taken me many, many years to realise that this is OK, that my gut-felt hatred dislikes of large groups, of conversing in a group of more than three friends, of having every minute of every day accounted for… Continue reading
Our breastfeeding journey is over. Four years and nine months of feeding The Pea and we’re done. It feels a little strange to not be breastfeeding any more, but it happened gradually and naturally and he stopped when he was ready to, and for that I am both proud and thankful. It would be nice now to have him sleep through the entire night, but maybe in another four years… Continue reading
It’s the new year. Woo hoo. My excitement is palpable, yes? It’s not that there is anything inherently wrong with the ending of the old year and the starting of the next, it’s just, well it’s just… meh. In a previous life, Before Children, the time between Christmas and December 31st was spent in a… Continue reading
I feel the need to write. I have no idea what to say, but I need to say something. Maybe something about this increasingly narrow, right-wing world in which we live, in which we are raising our future generations. Maybe something about tolerance and acceptance and diversity all rapidly being replaced with hatred and fear, suspicion and repression. Or maybe something about how a misogynistic, racist and
I need to vent. I’ll keep it brief, I’m not going to offer a load of breastfeeding advice here, although I will pop some links at the bottom for those who need some help. I am just going to say this:
Jamie Oliver has been expressing an interest in learning about the benefits for mums and babies that breastfeeding provides, and how the low breastfeeding rates in this country… Continue reading
Today I went to a 6th birthday party. The Princess and The Pea demanded their shoes be removed before piling straight into the soft play, The Husband and I drank coffee and took the rare opportunity to actually talk to fellow parents from school, rather than shout a hasty “Hi how are you?” whilst running across the playground and delivering children to the school door 30 seconds before it closes… Continue reading
Apologies for interrupting this (unintentional and rather extended) blog break, and your peace and quiet. I hadn’t really intended to write anything on here just yet, I’ve kind of lost my blogging mojo (blo-jo? That’s just wrong. Sorry.), I’m uninspired and feeling rather ‘meh’ about the whole thing. At least, I was, until today when I discovered that our local breastfeeding support team has suffered funding cuts so bad that… Continue reading
We bought a house. It is cosy – 3 rooms fewer than our last one, all rooms several feet smaller – but it is perfect and it feels like home.
At least, it will do when we can eventually move in.
See, we actually got the keys to the house last November, and with plans to rip up all flooring, decorate each room, and chuck in an Ikea… Continue reading